Tessa Fox

How often was it that two madly successful brothers wanted to sleep with a nobody like me? They worshipped my mom-bod when my own husband couldn't. 
They fought with each other to make me theirs. And all of this unleashed passion that no couple nor even a pornstar could reach - over a Christmas getaway. 
Sometimes, working as a tour guide comes with its own 'troubles', I guess! 

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My body was on fire. The young blood, who claimed to be a singer of some sort, had his hand on the small of my back. 
Sex with Raphael was anything but exciting. No foreplay, no kissing and no cuddling after boring sex.
But with this young, charming man named DYLAN, I felt excitement even before I guided him to my room. I quickly realized he was right next door - Dylan was my tour neighbor. 
Dylan looked at someone and winked at them before closing the door. That was weird. But I was too dazed to realize it. 
Dylan turned back to me, his piercing eyes gazing down at me. My body was tingling.
One look and I could see the man's toned body under his soft, spandex white tee. I bit my lip, accidentally directing the hormonal male's attention to my plump, pink lips. 
"Are those rose petals...?" Dylan asked, biting his own lip. The sound that he made immediately after made my thighs clench. It sounded like the sexiest groan of a frustrated man!
What was that?

Christmas Secrets and the Brothers' Bet

　　Ah...an amazing date should end with an amazing, warm, and typically lonely shower. And that was what I did too. Stripping out naked, I entered the bath and ran warm water over my sore, exhausted self.


　　"Oh...I miss them already." I spoke to myself, giggling like a little girl. The mood called for some songs as I played the high-beat, romantic songs from the 2010s. I was singing along, and a few track lists from Dylan's albums and singles played, too, which made me blush.


　　His voice was so soulful as if he sang with his soul. The melody of his grooved my body on its own! Soon, I was having a dance battle with a soap and a heavy karaoke session with the shampoo as my mic.


　　The shower concluded and I was satisfied - because I won against the soap.


　　Wrapping myself in a towel, I walked into the warm room just to be greeted by two silhouettes on my bed.


　　"ACK—! OH!" I almost jumped and slipped on the wet floor! The two laughed their heads off at my expense!


CHAPTER 60: Caught Up In The Passion